Lyrics:
we don't cross
Pencil it in severe loss
Let the blood drip from my head
Let me rest and get to bed
Nothing left unsaid
Bought my ticket to the red
Let
on ice
In the living room they're playing naked Twister and dice
The security and pussy will both be tight
But I'm on the list for tomorrow night!
gain
Along with the death of my room to complain
Little by little I flexed what I built
But not all my sonic was covered in silk I was
Far from perfect,
a public arrest
Yet I've seen flesh akin to mesh
In my municipality
Death is a reality
Uptown northwest
Red sky over KDY
Slaves buried beneath our feet
On V
the dog bark; I turned and say: "what were you saying?"
I pictured you in the red chair inside the pale room
You sat in your chair with a tube in your
I always came back busting rhymes that were special
Back then, I wanted to impress you by addressing the truth
Nowadays, I'm just confessing in
check no time
They can't step after nine
Walking cross the street might catch a stray right in yo spine
Nigga don't feel safe at home if a call go wrong
all of em like a rerun
In my room I can’t say I’m dreaming
This be more like I’m scheming
Broke my soul and I’m not healing
Lying to make it to what I
stretch fentanyl
Don't wanna rap, still gon' get that backend
Rich hoe attraction, can't fit by trappin'
Waitin' on bro for to tap in
Just for to go get
young and afraid
Row across the straits
Coastguard when in Spain
They trying to ship you back it's a false start to your fate
But Red Cross lady knows
the limit like I'm riding with Christopher Wallace
The secrets knowledge, use your mind and keep it honest
You'll be hated by a lot but you can say you
lyrics I swear by now that I’ve seen ‘em all
Now Biggie Smalls, Christopher Wallace, Tupac Shakur
You two will never be forgotten, the way that you rocked
He's just a little skinny, little Jew who gives Irish goodbyes
He's already picked his cloud out in the sky
He's living zeitgeist maybe because he's
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
as a tool on the search for fame
In my room every night like is it worth the pain
Cuz I don't wanna end up Like Kurt Cobain
Rappers nowadays just wanna make
for fame
In my room every night like is it worth the pain
Cuz I dont wanna end up Like Kurt Cobain
Rappers nowadays just wanna make noise
Get a gold
them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet
How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had
Yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
Gang
Shh Shh Shh
Sh- go, go, go, go, go, go
Yea, yea
One red flag say fuck her
By tomorrow I get me another
Her friend wanna
the club but I don't know where the fuck the sun is
See me speeding through the city like we racing in a summit
I ball might cross so I hot step dunk it
360,
my whole life has been changed by those precious words written down in red
And I often think of that wondrous night, the Lord came in my heart and I
She's tearing out her hair
She's screaming my name, in the night
To keep her warm
She got a red pill blue pill
Red pill blue pill
Red pill blue
She's tearing out her hair
She's screaming my name, in the night
To keep her warm
She got a red pill blue pill
Red pill blue pill
Red pill blue
motherfucka ? that how you know
You finst to go ? you bitches know ? tamper with a nigga ? jag off
In the lead off ? get you blast off ? in a Red Cross ? hit
They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
Verse 2:
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your
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